February sometimes feels like a being unto itself. A variously grey and beautiful, amorphous, month that calls for patience and hope. And other things besides…
A soup pot and a sturdy spoon;
red pepper flakes; a daily walk.
Only playing go-seek;
A blanket of wooly heft, a flask of tea;
a pom-pom upon my hat;
writing what the grey reveals.
A jelly roll pan and parchment paper;
cold snap pears; sturdy boots;
believing that the dormant will stir.
Kimberly M. King, RSCJ